Posts Tagged ‘#songwriter’

I found a drawer full of lost keys.
So many things worth locking away;
All forgotten.

Each one closely holding memories.
Some were tarnished and worn thin;
Some wrapped in cotton.

And if it is the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

There were more than I could easily count.
And I knew some of them must be mine;
Saving things.

Connected to lock or door not found.
Left to remind me of other days;
The bell rings.

And if it sings in the right key
I will hear the greatest song.
And if it is the lost key
I will try to play along.

I hold some in my hand for hours.
Much more than time has drifted by;
Unrecovered.

I remember a field covered in flowers.
But I know I’ve never been there;
Undiscovered.

I am working on a musical arrangement for lyrics I posted recently. It is not much right now. I have a piano and bass track using my MIDI keyboard, along with my vocal track for the melody line.

Enemies In Your Head by MSK

Here is to a great new year for all of us.

You don’t have to have money.
You don’t have to have fun.
Don’t even have to apologize
To anyone.

It’s not like it was funny.
You just didn’t think to laugh.
Never got the punch line
‘Til you were broken in half.

Screaming for what you could have had.
Or crying for what you’ve lost?
Holding yourself responsible
Crushed by unbearable cost.

You want to yell “that’s a lie”,
When you realize all of its true.
Like you’re watching a documentary
Made specifically about you.

Saying it’s impossible
Won’t make it go away.
The enemies in your head
Weren’t born yesterday.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
The battle goes on forever
Or so the minstrels say.
Knowing you could lose tomorrow
Or the morning soon after.
This evening could all your dreams
Become nightmares of laughter.

The enemies in your head
Weren’t defeated yesterday.
Each morning you rise again
Seeing no other way.

The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

People are struggling but we’re doing fine.
In our million dollar mansions

Drinking imported wine.
People keep struggling but we’re doing fine.

Can’t remember the last free moment
No crisis, no chore, no one to comment.
Starting from this path no choice would be different
All my efforts dreams and cries so easily misspent

People are starving but we’re doing fine.
It’s the way it is and has always been, 

So many suffer at Christmas Time.
People keep starving but we’re doing fine.

Help who you can but so many in need
While men trample where you plant your seed.
To pay for survival you sacrifice and bleed
Only to smother from the consolidation of greed.

People are dying but we’re doing fine.
But the uneducated and the lazy, 

They are ruining my Christmas Time.
People keep dying but we’re doing fine.

The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

I love to cook and have all the gadgets
Spices and fresh foods from famous markets
Artisan breads and cheeses and finest creams
A few rare herbs and aged meats.

Tempted by smells slowly drifting my way
Each ingredient calls for its place on the plate
Planning, preparation and a little luck
A masterpiece awaits each of us.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

The room glistens with silver, copper and glass
I can sift and bake to my heart’s content
Razor sharp cutting knives dazzle in the light
A measuring cup or spoon for everything

But there’s no place to stand
And no place to clean
Nowhere to put things
If you see what I mean.
Even working by myself
It’s too crowded to move
The shelves are so tall
Like they have something to prove.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

When you think you are making the right decision
Everybody you connect with is on your side.
Well, buckle up your seat belt and hold onto your cap
You don’t know it, but you just walked into a trap.

It seems like you are making your own choices
Everything is going down just like you planned.
Suddenly you hear a loud and powerful snap
Now you know it, but you just walked into a trap.

A trap you can’t get out of
A trap you couldn’t see
A trap of your own making
Trapped for eternity.

Still struggling and squirming trying to believe
Yellin’ ‘I don’t understand’, makes you look like a fool.
All bundled up nice with a box with and pretty wrap
However you say it, you’re stuck in a trap.

Lashing out at anyone that comes even close.
You keep pushing yourself further and further away.
The box is smashed and you’re hanging from a strap
However you play it, you’re stuck in a trap.

A trap of your own making  

Trapped for eternity. 

I hate to throw all this morbidity stuff at you but it is a subject at hand. Physically I am fine, yet I grow older and watch my friends and family members get sick, or die.

In some ways it is a burden taking care of your health – eating well – exercising – meditation and the rest. Not for the effort it requires – BECAUSE IT REQUIRES A LOT OF EFFORT!!!! But you will inevitably see many of your friends and loved ones not make it to the same finish line. Sometimes the monotony alone is daunting after y e a r s and Y E A R S.

We all know we will die. My songs have reflected this for over 40 years. I think the earlier we realize the truth in this and treat our friends and family (and all humanity) with that simple understanding it will change our perspective in life. One unexpected generous comment or gesture from a stranger can spin positive echoes throughout decades. Hate works up-hill. Generosity works down. Sorry, I am out of wine.

Here is a song I wrote tonight. As a summary, I am an athiest. OK Hold On. I was ready to post my song but when I type in the word athiest —————- It highlights the word as if it is misspelled! I tried it twice thinking I mistyped the word. WTF. Google athiest and you get the definition of the word and other links….. https://www.google.com/search?q=atheist&rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS927US927&oq=athiest&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0i10i433j0i10j0i10i433l4j46i10j0i10l2.4531j0j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

So, athiest is not a word in Word Press. I am sure this is a pretty standard method of suppression. We are many but have no voice. #athiestisaword

But, I digress. Here are lyrics for “Pray for ME” If you are just tuning in to this blog my name is Michael. My wife’s name is Ellen. Most of my songs are by ME. Mike and Ellen.

Pray For ME

I value your friendship
More than life itself.
You put pride and decency
Before anything else.

Laughing like hyenas
When no one else gets the joke.
Always high on the real thing
When fools kept talking coke.

What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will be singing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.

It’s the irony in things
Only you could see.
If one of us has to go first
I hope to whatever god it’s me.

There is value in hope
Struggles through each day.
But there is nothing you can do
To make this go away.

What will you do when I am gone?
I hope you will sing our favorite song.
Stay as long as you want, say what you want to say
But I’m asking you not to pray.

Love’s not an easy thing
Time to Let You Go.
Understand that I love you
More than you’ll ever know.

Today you managed
Tomorrow you’ll fail
Each loss another fragment forever pushed aside.
The day after becomes
A monotonous stream
Each day is just like the last just a bit more purified.

Sometimes it’s easy
Falling off a log
Then all confidence disappears and your unable to move.
I know I don’t know
Is somebody watching?
Surrounded by a quicksand of doubt and nothing to prove.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.

This is the last time
As much as the first
Open or close your eyes but the vision is the same.
It’s only in my head
It’s only in my head
I love you like a brother but won’t remember your name.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.

Given Ten Commandments
Directly from the lord above
In stone are the important things
Faith, friends and love.

Law abiding beyond reproach
Ready to throw everyone else in jail.
Money will buy you a good lawyer
Everyone else won’t even raise bail.

I’ve known you for years and years
I know how much you hate to lose.
So when it comes to time to pay your fare
You act like you can Pick And Choose.

Stop signs and traffic lights
Never applied to you.
Laws and rules are for other people
And have no effect on what you do.

I’ve known you for years and years
We never shared the same views.
Only special in your own mind
You act like you can Pick And Choose.

When we decided to be Personal Touch

As mentioned in the first post of this series, we played original songs in each set. Here is the only recording I am aware of for the song “For Those Who Wait”. We were touring in Corpus Christie Texas and I met with Ric in the afternoon to do a little practice and system fine-tuning. After we were settled he said, ‘hey, whip out the lyrics you are working on. I have a few chords I want to try. We worked for about half an hour going through his chords and arranging them into a song.

In very short time I came up with the melody and we were able to finish the song enough that we performed it later in the tour. I programmed the Yamaha RX7 Drum machine to fit the arrangement. Ann and I sang the lead vocals and Ric did everything else. In the picture above you can see the two silver discs on the lower section of Ric’s guitar. While playing guitar, he would touch one of the silver pads to make a cymbal crash sound from his drum machine and the other one triggered a pre-programmed drum fill pattern for each time he hit the pad. He also kicked bass pedals and triggered string or piano sounds. Pretty amazing when two out of three are just singing to get all that sound.

For “Those Who Wait” by Ric Ahlers and Michael S Kennedy

This is easily the best song I have co-written. Years ago I posted lyrics and said that I wrote this duo for existing country stars at the time. It was my hope to have Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers do this song. I think it would have blown the charts for the time. But who knows. I think we sounded pretty good.